Dying Is A Wild Night And A

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

Existence Has Overpowered Books. Today I Slew A Mushroom.

So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At Last - I’m Going, All Along.

To Be Alive Is Power; Existence In Itself; Without A Further Function; Omnipotence.

Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? Not Death. For Who Is He?